Description: This man is very fat, and wears a black collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mayor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Revenge; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a hunchback. He has moderate length silver hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'6". He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a very tight haircut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Ar-Pratu was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His golden hair is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the west to a Slave Trader, Norman learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Barrister they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Slave Trader, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 150 gp.